All That Is Gold
by particularly good finder
Summary: Avatar/Hogwarts AU. Katara's fifth year at the Four Nations School of Bending is off to a rocky start - Azula's possibly trying to kill her, Aang won't stop asking her out, and Zuko refuses to talk about his mysterious new scar. But when the air bending students start going missing, Katara realizes this will be a year to remember. ZK
1. Chapter 1

**AN: Alrighty, so this is my attempt at making a Hogwarts/Avatar crossover. It's set in the A:TLA world, but there is no war, and it's a school of bending, not magic. Also, title prone to change. Because I suck at titles. Um, I hope you enjoy?**

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Katara and Sokka stepped off the boat, weighed down with bags. Kids bustled past them, laughing and carrying on as they greeted the friends they'd missed during the summer. Sokka looked around, searching for his on-again-off-again girlfriends, Yue, but Katara's gaze was focused solely on the temple in front of her, climbing majestically towards the sky.

"Katara. Katara. _Katara_." Katara turned to her brother, glaring as he repeatedly poked her arm. "Let's go. I'm _starving_, and the feast'll be starting soon."

Glancing back once more at the puny little boat that carried her and her brother from the South Pole, Katara adjusted the strap on her shoulder and followed her brother up the winding staircase to the temple.

"Snoozles! Sugarqueen!" The ground beneath Katara's feet trembled, and the siblings were hoisted through the air on a platform of earth, both landing ungracefully at the feet of Lady Toph Bei Fong.

Katara snorted to herself. Lady. _Right_.

"We missed you too, Toph," Sokka said sardonically. The blind girl beamed at them.

"Is Twinkletoes here yet?" She asked, cracking her knuckles. "He owes me a duel."

Katara straightened out her blue uniform, giving Toph a warning glance. "Please don't send Aang to Healer Yugoda on the first night back."

"Why am I going to the Healer's?" A voice behind them asked. The group turned in unison to find their favorite air bender coming up the steps.

"Aang!" Katara let out a shout, and wrapped her arms tightly around her best friend. "I missed you!"

The third-year student hugged her back. "I missed you, too. All of you," he amended, giving Toph and Sokka a huge grin. Sokka returned it with a manly slap on the back; Toph with a punch on the arm.

The group finished their journey up the winding path to the Four Nations School of Bending, chattering on about their summer vacations.

"-and they dragged me all over Ba Sing Se, and I had to wear dresses and make-up and pretend I was a pretty little princess and I might have earth bent some annoying ladies into a river," Toph said casually, grinning at the memory. "So, all-in-all, pretty typical summer. What about you guys?"

"Sokka nearly got killed by a pack of angry mama penguins," Katara said, giggling. Her brother's face turned bright red as Toph and Aang laughed, but he crossed his arms defiantly.

"Maybe if you stopped being so nice to them, they wouldn't hate me so mu- Yue! _Yue_!" Sokka bounded off as they entered the temple, scooping up his girlfriend in a giant platypus-bear hug.

Katara raised an eyebrow. "She is _way_ too pretty for him."

Toph shrugged. "I dunno, she's not much of a looker, really."

"What, how can you say-? Funny, Toph. Real funny," Katara said, peeved that she fell for one of Toph's blind jokes. Again.

Just then, a blazing fireball soared overhead, barely scorching the top of Katara's head. She fell into a bending stance, uncorking the water pouch on her hip.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the _Gaang_," their attacker mused, smirking menacingly. "All back together again after a long summer apart. How cute."

Katara straightened up, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want, Azula?"

Azula studied her immaculately filed nails, still smirking. "Just making sure your reflexes didn't deteriorate over the break. You wouldn't want to lose in the first round _again_ this year."

Katara's fists clenched, but she was quick enough to grab Toph before the earth bender could attack. Aang sighed, clearly nervous with all the tension and ill-will hanging in the air.

"Funny, aren't you _down_ a player this year, Azula?" Katara asked, glaring at the fire bender. "I seem to remember something about needing four team members to compete…"

Azula waved the girl off. "Oh, don't worry about that, South Pole. We've found a suitable replacement for Ilah – oh, girls!"

Katara pressed back against Aang and Toph as three figures bounded their way. The ever-stoic Mai whipped up to their left side, small bursts of fire clutched in her hands like daggers. On their left, Ty Lee did a couple acrobatic stunts, giggling as she conjured a large wave of air. And behind them, a throaty chuckle announced the arrival of Azula's newest lacky – June, the moody seventh year earth bender.

"Man, I liked her, too…" Toph muttered as June moved in closer, looking ready for a fight.

"Um, why don't we all just go into the Great Hall and eat some delicious food?" Aang suggested shakily. "I'll bet there's some real delicious custard-"

A dart of Azula's fire flew towards his face, and he deflected it quickly. Aang had been raised by monks, and believed firmly in peace and pacifism – except on the dueling field, of course.

Katara and Toph attacked at once, fending off blows from Mai and Azula. Aang and Ty Lee exchanged blows, but neither seemed to be intent on inflicting any real damage; the same couldn't be said for anyone else.

Katara lashed a water whip at Azula's head, but it was deflected by the girl's quick hand. In the same movement she sent a wave of fire directly at Katara's chest, and the water bender barely ducked out of the way.

"_WATER BOOMERANG ATTACK!_"

At once, Aang, Toph, and Katara dropped to the ground, while June, Mai, Azula, and Ty Lee each got hit in the face with Sokka's signature boomerang move. Toph and Aang keeled over laughing, and Katara sent a smirk Azula's way.

"C'mon, guys, let's go get a seat," she said, helping her younger friends off the ground. They left Azula's group behind in the entryway, each walking to sit with their own houses. At the Four Nations School of Bending, each element was divided into its own house – meaning Katara and Sokka slept, ate, studied, and lived with all of the water benders at the school, just like Aang did with the air benders, and Toph with the earth benders. Aang bounced over to the air table, greeting his friend Teo. Toph settled down between some older boys from Katara's year, Haru and Jet. Sokka and Yue sat on the bench next to each other, being all lovey-dovey and completely ignoring Katara. She sighed, and wished more of her friends were waterbenders.

As everyone settled down at their respective tables (Katara grinned as she watched a disgruntled Azula sit down at the fire table with Mai), the Masters filed into their seats at the head table, looking down on the students. She gave Master Pakku a small wave, then cringed at how angry Master Ozai looked (though, really, that was how he _always_ looked).

Then Headmaster Iroh stood up in front of the students, a warm smile on his face, and the hall went silent. "Welcome back to another year at Four Nations. As you all know, I am Headmaster Iroh. Another summer has passed, and I hope everyone spent it safely-" His eyes seemed to travel to where Sokka sat. "-and pleasantly." Katara could almost hear Toph snort from across the room.

"Before we begin, I would just like to remind everyone that a new class has opened up for anyone interested. Though healing is primarily a water bending skill, everyone can benefit a great deal from Healer Yugoda's teachings."

Katara perked up at this. A healing class? Though she was a fighter at heart, Katara had always dreamed of mastering the art of water healing. Sokka rolled his eyes as if he could hear his sister's over-achieving thoughts.

"Now, for the Elemental Ceremony-" Iroh began, but was interrupted by the doors to the Great Hall banging open. All of the first years standing at the back of the room jumped in fright as a lone figure marched in.

"Tui and La," Yue gasped, and Sokka's jaw dropped comically. The room grew deathly quiet, the only sound the scuffing of the intruder's shoes on the stone floor. Katara's eyes grew wide and misbelieving as she saw who was late to the feast.

Azula's older brother, Zuko, strode to the fire table, fists clenched, eyes straight ahead. He'd finally cut off the ridiculous Pheonix Plume he'd been sporting since third year, but his hair was not pulled back in the traditional Fire Nation top-knot like his sister. Instead, it hung over his face, nearly covering up the – spirits, what happened to his _face_?

Katara had never really talked to Zuko before – he was in the year above her – but sometimes they'd studied side-by-side at the library, when everyone else insisted on talking and goofing off. He was quiet and serious, and didn't seem to have many friends, but he was nowhere near the bully his sister was. But now there was a look of pure anger and hatred on his face that matched his new scar nicely.

How had he gotten a scar so horrid? It stretched across his eye like a comet, and she could see how it had shriveled up the ear on that side. Clearly, it was inflicted by a powerful fireball. Was it a training accident? Had Azula finally lost her mind?

Everyone in the hall seemed a bit more vocal about these questions as Zuko sat down at his table, distancing himself from the other fire benders. Whispers resonated throughout the hall, and Iroh seemed to grow very nervous. After a moment, he raised his arms, promptly silencing the students once again.

"As I was saying, it is now time for the Elemental Ceremony. First years, if you would please form a line and come up to the front as your name is called."

Normally, Katara _loved_ the Elemental Ceremony. She and Sokka used to play a game, Guess the Element, and as each student was called forward, they would guess what exactly those kids could bend. Usually, it was pretty straightforward – the kid in the Northern Water Tribe robes was a water bender, the girl in the latest fashions from Omashu was an earthbender – but sometimes, they could surprise you. No one would have guessed that a girl from an influential Fire Nation family would be an air bender, but there you go – Ty Lee was too light-hearted to wield the serious element of fire, and it was that clue that helped Katara win the game that year.

But tonight, Katara couldn't concentrate as the students walked one-by-one up to the table to receive their new uniforms. They all looked so nervous, but there was no reason to be scared – everyone went in knowing what their element was already. It wasn't as if Headmaster Iroh was going to shout "surprise!" and throw a bunch of water benders into the Fire House. But the kids still turned white when their names were called, and Katara tuned everyone out.

Her eyes kept slipping over to where Zuko sat, eyes glue to the table in front of him, steadfastly ignoring the gossiping going on around him – the gossip _about_ him. He looked so lost, so angry and lonely, nothing at all like the boy who had once done half of her arithmetic homework for her without a word when she'd had a break down in the library. He looked…he looked like Azula.

As if she had called his name, Zuko looked up from across the room and met her eyes. He didn't blink, didn't look away, didn't show any emotion as he held Katara's gaze. Katara felt the breath escape from her lungs, and she felt…what was it she felt? Excitement? Embarassment?

Fear?

Just then a small boy named Duke – "_The_ Duke!" he exclaimed irately – marched between the two, breaking their gazes. When Katara looked back, Zuko was staring ahead, watching Duke accept his green earth bending uniform. Katara took a deep breath, then watched the rest of the ceremony as well.

"So, what about that one?" Sokka leaned over, seemingly unperturbed that Katara hadn't been playing Guess the Element with him and Yue. "Dirty green tunic, poor dental hygiene, reeks of manure – kid's definitely an earth bender."

Katara glanced at the boy in question – she'd caught that his name was Lee – and paused. While he was definitely from an Earth Kingdom farm, there was something different about the boy. He walked confidently, but not strongly. There was something deep within him, a passion, a motivation, and his feet were light and agile.

"Fire bender," Katara murmured, watching as Lee walked up to Headmaster Iroh. Sokka gave her an incredulous look.

"No way! He's totally an earth bender. Look how dirty he is! If we've learned anything from being friends with Toph, it's that earth benders _love_ being coated in their element."

Lee reached up to take the robes Iroh handed him, and Katara felt a swell of pride as Sokka's jaw dropped. In the boy's hands was a bright red uniform.

"B-but-! How on-! You _cheated_!" Sokka accused dramatically. Katara stuck out her tongue.

"Nuh-uh. I'm just better at this game than you," she taunted. Sokka pouted, and let Yue console him as Lee joined the fire table.

Iroh clapped his hands together, saying something about commencing the feast, and Sokka shouted, "FINALLY!" and dug into the meal in front of him. Katara took a scoop of rice and some curry from the dish in front of her, but paused as her eyes found Lee. Instead of sitting by the other first year fire benders, he chose to sit directly across from Zuko.

Katara watched as Lee began eating, not saying much to the newly-scarred fire bender. Zuko kept giving the small boy a wary look, but eventually decided he wasn't there to taunt or question him. He ate quietly, glaring at his plate like it had personally wronged him.

Katara glanced up at the Masters' table, spooning a bite of rice into her mouth when she caught sight of Master Ozai. His gaze was firmly set on Zuko and Lee, and he was positively _fuming_. In fact, Katara wouldn't be surprised if the tapestries lining the walls caught fire any second.

_Odd_, she thought. _Very odd_.

Suddenly, Ozai's golden eyes were on hers, and for a moment Katara stopped breathing. He held her gaze, and it wasn't until she started shaking that he looked away, murmuring something to Master Gyatso. Katara took a deep breath, completely rattled, and focused on her brother's inane babbling.

Something told her that this would be a year to remember.

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**AN: Wow, okay, a lot to say here. Yes, everyone is a bender in this story. Yes, this is the Hogwarts of the A:TLA world. No, Aang isn't the Avatar (yet…?). Yes, this is Zutara. Yes, I know Zuko was scarred and banished when he was fourteen, but hey, I'm breaking all kinds of canon already. No, I have no idea what I'm doing. Yes, I do love reviews.**


	2. Chapter 2

**Thanks so much for all the positive feedback, guys! Here's chapter two, I hope you like it.**

**A few questions answered: Yes, Sokka is a waterbender. Taang is a possibility. And thanks to everyone who corrected me in that Zuko was thirteen, not fourteen when he got his scar. My b, my b. **

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"Alright, class, that's enough for today. Until you all can master the pentapus form like Katara, here, I see no point in furthering your educations for the day."

Everyone in the class grumbled, and a few shot Katara some nasty looks. It wasn't unusual for Master Pakku to pick favorites – every year had one or two – but it _was_ unusual for his favorite to be female. Unfortunately for her, Katara was her year's favorite.

"For homework, everyone is to master both the pentapus form and the koi position – don't give me that look, Shen. Perhaps you could ask Miss Katara to help you if you're having trouble with such basic forms."

Katara could feel her classmates' glares on the back of her neck, and she looked down at the ground in shame. These people had teased her when she had arrived at the school with absolutely _no_ knowledge of waterbending form or technique; now they hated her because she worked harder than any of them. And Master Pakku certainly wasn't helping her case…

"I know some other forms she could help me with," a boy muttered, and his friends all snickered discreetly. Katara blushed and recognized the voice – Hahn.

Hahn was from a well-to-do family in the Northern Watertribe, with money, looks, and a jerky attitude. Katara knew he'd always resented Sokka, either for being more popular or snagging Yue first – Katara wasn't sure. But she _was_ sure that Hahn took most of his anger out on _her_, and it wasn't her fault if one of these days Hahn just happened to fall out of the highest tower in the temple.

"Detention, Hahn. My office, tonight, and don't bother making plans for afterwards-" Pakku's eyes narrowed. "-You'll be working well into the late hours. Class dismissed."

Hahn groaned, and shot Katara another dirty look before flouncing off with his entourage. Everyone else filed from the large, open room, leaving Katara behind to pack up her bag. She was heading straight to the library, lunch be damned – it was her first week back, and she was already behind on arithmetic.

"Good work today, Katara," Pakku said, allowing one of his rare smiles. "You truly are one of my most impressive students."

"Thank you, Master," she said, face heating up a little bit. "But it's nothing special – I just practice a _lot_."

Pakku chuckled, shaking his head. "You sound like Kanna."

Katara blushed again, but said nothing. The past relationship between her grandmother and Pakku was not something anyone enjoyed talking about, and it was unusual for Pakku to sound so lighthearted in regards to his lost love.

"But that's not the point," he said after a moment, shaking off whatever memories he was reliving. "Yugoda talked to me today, and she'd be interested in having you join her healing class."

Katara bit her lip – it was a lifelong dream of hers to master healing alongside bending, but Yugoda taught after regular classes, when Katara and her friends held their dueling practices.

"I really wish I could," she said, pouting a little. "But I've made a commitment to my team, and I can't let them down."

Pakku studied his student, then sighed. "You would make an incredible healer, Katara."

"Thank you," she murmured, pulling her bag onto her shoulder. "I'll see you tomorrow, Master."

She sped from the room before he could try and talk her out of dueling – how it was a waste of time, how it was a man's profession, how it would never benefit her in the real world. Katara was dedicated to her studies, it was true, but she was more dedicated to her friends.

The library was virtually empty, except for the owlish librarian who seemed to have a personal vendetta against Sokka. Katara settled down at her favorite table by the window and began working on her arithmetic.

She was so engrossed in her scrolls that she didn't notice when someone sat down across from her. It wasn't until she looked up to grab another sheet of paper that she saw _him_.

"Oh!" She let out a little sound of shock, and nearly knocked over her ink well as she jumped. But Zuko had cat-like reflexes, and kept the bottle upright, saving both of their scrolls from an inky doom. "I didn't see you sit down."

Zuko shrugged, then murmured, "Do you want me to leave?"

Katara shook her head. "No, no, you just scared me is all." There was an awkward pause, then, "So…what are you working on?"

"History." He held up a scroll entitled _The Ancient and Most Honorable Royal Family of the Old Fire Nation_. "You?"

"Arithmetic."

Zuko looked like he wanted to roll his eyes, but when he spoke, his words were stiff and emotionless. "Some things never change."

Katara frowned, but said nothing. There were so many things weird with this picture. For one, she and Zuko were holding an actual conversation, with words and everything. For another, Zuko looked so different than he had. His silly ponytail was gone, leaving his hair smattered across his face in a rather roguish manner. But there was also that scar, that mysterious, violent scar that made him look so angry. Katara tried not to stare.

She went back to her homework, determined not to make him feel uncomfortable, but her stomach grumbled loudly before she could get anything done.

Zuko raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Most people stopped and grabbed a quick lunch before doing any studying at the library, but then again, Katara wasn't most people. Petty things like food and sleep did not come between her and her work ethic.

When the bells chimed for afternoon classes, Katara was shocked to see that Zuko had left already, without her noticing. She was a little hurt that he didn't say goodbye, but she had to be rational – she and Zuko were not friends. Why would he say goodye? He certainly wasn't obligated to.

She packed her bag and was about to leave when she noticed that Zuko had left something behind. Katara reached for the object, then let out a tiny gasp.

Sitting where his books had been, was a mango, just for her.

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A hurtling chunk of rock sped towards Katara's face. She caught it in a web of water and hurled it towards Aang, only for it to be stopped by a blast of air. Beside her, Sokka charged Toph, dual water whips at the ready.

There weren't many sports clubs at Four Nations. The temple was pretty isolated on its island, so there was swimming and running and other more flexible hobbies, but not much. But the one event that got everyone excited was Dueling.

There was a huge competition each year where teams would compete for the glory and honor of the Four Elements Cup. The Gaang – Aang, Toph, Sokka, and Katara – had come so close to winning last year, but Azula's team, The Spidersnakes, beat them down so hard in the first round that they hadn't been able to continue – Ty Lee, the airhead that she was, had somehow uncovered the ancient art of chi-blocking, and had rendered every member of The Gaang unable to bend for the rest of the match (and well into the night). But this year they were training longer, harder than ever before. Come competition time, they would wipe the floor with The Spidersnakes.

Just as Aang dodged a barrage of ice daggers and Toph threw Sokka back with a stomp of her foot, giggling came from the edge of the stadium. Katara turned to see who was watching.

Yue and her friends sat in the stands, chatting and laughing and looking all pretty and perfect. Katara recognized some of the girls from her dorm, but didn't wave to them. It wasn't that she disliked the waterbenders in her year; they just didn't click with her the way Toph and Aang had. When Katara had arrived at the school, all she had wanted was a group of female friends who talked about boys and clothes and romance scrolls. The Southern Watertribe was small, and the villages were all separated and secluded. Growing up, Sokka had been her best friend. But even when Katara discovered that her new roommates were girly and exactly what she had wanted, she just couldn't spark a friendship with any of them.

It had been a lonely two years before Toph and Aang showed up.

Sokka noticed his fanclub (and girlfriend) and started showing off, doing his trademark boomerang move with a blade of water. Aang, always one for attention, started riding his air scooter around Toph, much to the girl's annoyance. She bent him into the dirt before he knew what hit him.

Katara decided that this was a good time for a break, and told everyone to take five. While the others continued goofing off, Katara sat down on the first row of stands, and began reviewing her Literature notes.

"His stance is completely off," a voice murmured behind her, and Katara jumped when she noticed a girl sitting behind her. "I mean, I don't know much about waterbending, but if you want the power to chuck a boomerang like that, you need a much stronger stance."

Katara looked back at her brother, and noticed that the girl was right. He had derived the move from watching Toph sling rocks at first years and firebenders, but his stance was purely waterbender.

"Good catch," Katara admitted, turning back to the girl. "I'm sure he'll be thrilled to learn he was doing something wrong."

The girl shrugged. "It's a pretty common mistake. When guys get cocky, they forget the most important part of bending – the stance. Without it, every move is weak and meaningless."

Katara was starting to like this girl; she was a kindred spirit with a warrior's heart. "I'm Katara," she said, sticking out her hand.

The girl stared at the hand for a second, then gripped it strongly. "Suki."

There was a shout from the arena, and both girls turned to see Aang and Sokka buried up to their heads in the earth, a triumphant Toph running laps around them. Yue's gaggle of friends were all laughing, much to the boys' chagrin. Suki gave a small giggle, and stood.

"Well, I guess I'd better stop spying on the competition, and let you all get back to work."

Katara stood as well. "Yeah, I'd better get back to _making_ them work."

Suki tucked one hand into the pocket of her green uniform, waving with the other as she walked back towards the temple. "I'll see you around, Katara."

"Later, Suki."

Katara marched back to the field, shouting at Toph to let her teammates out of the ground, a small smile on her face. She wasn't certain, but she may have just made a new friend.

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Katara sat down next to Sokka at the Water table, wolfing down as much food as she could. Her arithmetic scrolls were waiting to be read, and she still had to write a paper for History.

Yue gave her a worried glance. "Are you okay, Katara?"

"Yesh," Katara said through a mouthful of food. "Jush gotta do work."

Sokka took a bite of the chickenpork on his plate, and rolled his eyes. "All you do is work, Katara. It can't be healthy."

Katara took a swig of some Jasmine tea, burning her tongue in the process. "The day I finally master arithmetic will be the day I stop working, Sokka. Talk to you guys later." She grabbed her bag and walked from the room, not noticing Aang's cheerful waves or Hahn's goading remarks.

The temple had four different dorm areas – Airbenders in the tower, Earthbenders deep underground in the cellar, Firebenders in the east wing, and Waterbenders in the west. Katara marched towards the west wing, hoping that no one was in the fifth year girl's room so she could work on some waterbending before diving into her arithmetic.

As she turned the corner, Katara ran into something large and firm, knocking her bag off her shoulder. "Oops," she said, grimacing. "Sorry about that-"

"Watch it, _Waterbender_," the boy sneered, and Katara saw that it was Zuko who had nearly knocked her down. Her eyes narrowed.

"Excuse me? _You_ ran into _me_, not the other way around," she said, hands on her hips. "_I_ was just being polite. _You_ should be the one apologizing."

Zuko's scowl deepened. "Well _excuse me_ for minding my own business. You're the one speeding around corners without looking!"

"If _you_ were being so cautious, then why did we run into each other at all? Admit it, you're at fault too."

"No I'm not, because it was _your_ fault."

"La, why are you so _infuriating_?"

"Why are you so annoying?"

"Gah!" Katara shoved past Zuko, heading towards the west wing. "You get one stupid scar over the summer and suddenly you think you can act like Azula!"

Katara regretted her words immediately. She turned back around to see Zuko's stiff, hunched shoulders and clenched fists. "Zuko," she murmured, "I'm sorry, I didn't me-"

"Go away."

Katara moved closer, trying to get the firebender to turn around. "Zuko, really, I'm-"

"Go. _Away_." She didn't move. "_NOW!_"

Katara pulled back as if he had burned her, and for a second she thought he might just have. Realizing it was a lost cause, she turned and ran, leaving Zuko by himself.

Katara slowed as soon as she was out of sight, and let out a deep sigh. She felt incredibly guilty for bringing up Zuko's scar, as fresh and disfiguring as it was, but the boy was just impossible! Katara thought she'd been on the brink of friendship with him today after he left that mango for her, and now he was as cold and rude as his psychotic sister.

_Well, maybe not _as_ bad as Azula,_ she thought to herself. _But close!_

Suddenly, Katara's body collided with the ground. As she grasped at the floor, trying to right herself, her fingers met something warm and wet and…

Her body chilled as she examined the small puddle she sat in. _It can't be,_ she thought, propelling herself upwards. _It just can't_. The red liquid was sticky and smelled like copper, and Katara wasn't quite sure if her dinner was going to stay in her stomach.

Taking a calming breath, Katara wrenched her gaze from the puddle, and at the wall ahead. She lurched forward, dry heaving, as she saw the message scrawled out before her:

_One little airbender, gone without a trace  
Such pretty little tears on a pretty little face_

It was written in blood.

Katara screamed.


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